DPF / Collins

For something to make anyone smile, from The Trouble with Poetry.

from The Introduction / by Billy Collins

Wagga Wagga is in New South Wales.
Rhyolite is that soft volcanic rock.
What else?
Yes, meranti is a type of timber, in tropical Asia I think,
and Rahway is just Rahway, New Jersey.

The rest of the poem should be clear.
I’ll just read it and let it speak for itself.

DPF / Berryman

Because he always brightens my day no matter how dark, this one’s for and from Berryman, from The Dream Songs.

from Dream Song #112 / by John Berryman

for every word she utters everywhere
shows her good soul, as true as a healed bone,–
being part of what I meant to say.

DPF / Yeats

For the day and the centennial of the poem’s title event, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Easter, 1916 / by William Butler Yeats

I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.

 

DPF / Yeats

For a hundred years ago tomorrow, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Easter 1916 / by William Butler Yeats

And what if excess of love   
Bewildered them till they died?   

DPF / Tennyson

For a funeral day, from poetryfoundation.org.

from The Lady of Shalott / by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Willows whiten, aspens shiver.
The sunbeam showers break and quiver
In the stream that runneth ever
By the island in the river
       Flowing down to Camelot.

 

DPF / Salter

For home, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Home Movies: A Sort of Ode / by Mary Jo Salter

Here

she’s happy, teaching us to dye
the Easter eggs in it, a Grecian
urn of sorts near which—a foster
child of silence and slow time
myself—I smile because she does
and patiently await my turn.

DPF / Bishop

For one of the wonderful poetry aunts, from The Complete Poems.

from At the Fishhouses / by Elizabeth Bishop

If you should dip your hand in,
your wrist would ache immediately,
your bones would begin to ache and your hand would burn
as if the water were a transmutation of fire
that feeds on stones and burns with a dark gray flame.

DPF / Steidlmayer

For getting a toe x-ray today, from poetryfoundation.org.

from The X-Ray / by Heidy Steidlmayer

I could imagine a lanthorn
as it swallows its strange light and gleams
from within as if reborn

DPF / Mark

For the musicians and wonder teachers, from The Babies.

from Box Three, Spool Five / by Sabrina Orah Mark

Behind me I can hear me shuffling closer and closer: Be again. Be. Again. I try very hard to pray with all these hands against my back. I miss the keeper of this accordion.

DPF / Williams

For spring, from Americanpoems.com.

from Spring and All / by William Carlos Williams

One by one objects are defined—
It quickens: clarity, outline of leaf

But now the stark dignity of
entrance—Still, the profound change
has come upon them: rooted they
grip down and begin to awaken